One Day

I can't begin to tell you,

How good these feel to write,

To finally express my anger,

And let out all of my fight.

I am not one for confrontation,

That's why my parents don't know,

But I think that's okay,

Because out of my anger I will grow.

I'll learn to deal with my past,

Past that I cannot change,

And then I'll move on,

Forgive,

But not forget,

Because I will never be the same,

Without my pain.

I'll turn into a woman,

Eventually,

Start a family of my own,

And learn to set my soul free.

I'll meet someone new,

Someone charming and sweet,

Someone who I like so much,

He'll sweep me off my feet.

I need to let go of this anger,

But I'm not ready to yet,

Because I know when I will,

It will not be pretty.

The time will come,

Too soon,

I'll say,

But eventually,

They'll know,

One day.